Elgol Please take me back to this hidden place where lullabies can find themselves again where life runs at a different pace and the poet's busy with his pen an open secret concealed from your eyes at the end of a long and potholed road the 'fool on the hill' was really wise as that's where the milk and honey flowed Cuilins peer down from their awesome height at gentle boats bobbing in the bay cows pasture in the silvery light of the rising sun of another day a gem like this is hard to find the dusty track please do not berate life would not all be silver lined if everything was on a plate The hamlet of Elgol at the tip of the Strathaird peninsula Sgurr nan Eag from Elgol The Milkman Donny was the Milkman through the distant mists of time there wasn't a bad bone in him he never turned to crime there was violence all around him he just whistled to himself they've just developed atom bombs and there's more chaos on the shelf men were being made r